Let the true energy circulate for a while

……

Los Angeles, around 9 p.m.

In the hotel room, Chen Ye sat cross-legged on the bed, finishing his daily, unwavering practice of the "Longevity Technique".

Chen Jianbin also followed along with the meditation and breathing exercises. Although he couldn't cultivate true qi, the method his son taught him was indeed good for health.

"Ono, your meditation posture seems very casual. Why do you insist that I practice the full lotus position in a proper way?"

Chen Ye said, "Meditation is not about us as humans meditating, but about our spirits meditating."

After saying that, he changed his sitting posture a few times: "I can sit like this, I can sit like this, Dad, you haven't even entered the door yet. Be more proper and experience the 'River Chariot' first. It won't do you any harm."

"What the heck?"

"The old woman acts as matchmaker, enabling the infant and the young girl to have intercourse in the bridal chamber. When lead and mercury are combined, water and fire are in harmony, transforming into primordial true qi, which returns to the dantian along the Ren meridian. This is called the River Chariot Transport."

Chen Jianbin nodded blankly: "No, why does this sound like a dirty joke to me? What kind of terms are those?!"

Chen Ye said somewhat helplessly, "The name that can be named is not the eternal name. Don't worry about it. Just follow my method of breathing exercises. Remember the simple method I taught you: imagine yourself as a mother hen incubating eggs! Persist every day, keep your mind clear, and you will definitely get better!"

Chen Jianbin waved his hand: "I know, I won't pry. I don't understand any of this nonsense anyway, so whatever you say goes."

Chen Ye said seriously, "Dad, recite the incantation again. It's very important. You'll be in trouble if you go into qi deviation!"

Chen Jianbin recited: "Like a hen listening to its eggs, without a single distracting thought; like a hen incubating its eggs, with unwavering devotion; like a hen hatching its eggs, neither hasty nor slow."

Chen Ye nodded: "Okay, let's wash up and go to bed."

Chen Jianbin, far from sleepy, said, "It's only a little past nine. Do all the martial arts masters over there practice this kind of thing?"

Chen Ye shook his head repeatedly, "No!"

"Martial arts cultivation methods are diverse, and true qi comes in all shapes and sizes. The Longevity Skill is a method of cultivating the mind that our master taught us, and it is also a method of cultivating true qi. However, this path is too difficult, and many people end up with nothing when they get old, so no one practices it anymore, and it has been lost."

"Then how come your master possesses the 'Longevity Technique'?"

"My master said that the Longevity Technique, also known as the Medicine Mirror or the Golden Elixir Cognition, was stolen by him."

Chen Jianbin smacked his lips. "No, your master stole it? The more I hear it, the more it sounds like he's cultivating immortality."

"In that martial arts world, I've never heard of any immortals! My master said he's never seen one either; everyone here practices martial arts."

"What kind of person is your master?"

A look of nostalgia appeared in Chen Ye's eyes.

"My master, he said, made a mistake in the past and was kicked out, becoming a wandering Taoist priest with the Taoist name Mi Qiu Zi. He was so good to us six brothers and sisters. He sewed our torn clothes, made shoes, performed magic tricks, loved drinking, and loved eating peanuts..."

Chen Jianbin smiled gently, and he could picture a kind old Taoist priest from his son's expression.

"Son, you're my mentor. I'm going to become a man as awesome as you!"

Chen Ye chuckled, "Cultivating true qi isn't that easy."

"My master said that all the martial artists in the world can be divided into three classes! The first class doesn't need to be taught, the second class is taught by words, and the third class needs to be taught with sticks. But there is another kind, you can beat him to death and he still won't learn. It's not that he doesn't try, but that he just doesn't get it."

"What rank is Dad?"

Chen Ye: "I don't know. Anyway, my fifth senior brother and I are the best!"

"Not modest at all. What's your fifth senior brother's name?"

"Ma Huayun".

Chen Jianbin exclaimed in surprise: "What a great name!"

"What's so good about it?"

"The Hangzhou horse! The Guangzhou horse! A perfect combination in one person—to use Mao Taimi's words, it's absolutely awesome!"

Chen Ye shook his head: "One word: Absolutely brilliant!"

"Dad's going to take a shower first."

"Um."

Chen Jianbin took off his clothes, put on a pair of shorts, and went into the bathroom. Then he stuck his head out, waved his phone, and smiled proudly.

"No need to contact your Uncle Tang to talk to the organizers here anymore. I just received news that your ID card has been issued and will be delivered by SF Express the next day! Let's go register tomorrow!"

"That's great! Dad, you're amazing!"

"I'm so tired today, my back is a little sore." Chen Jianbin raised his eyebrows.

Chen Ye was in a great mood and smiled brightly: "I'll give you a massage in a bit, I've learned how!"

"It's not right for a master to massage their apprentice, let alone your father!"

The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom, along with Chen Jianbin's resounding singing voice—"The great river flows eastward~ The stars in the sky point to the Big Dipper~"

Chen Ye stood up and stretched. "Father is getting happier and happier."

There were many small items on the bedside table, mostly family planning supplies and oils. Chen Ye picked them up curiously to take a look.

Just then, the phone next to the bed rang.

Ring ring ring~

Chen Ye answered the phone: "Feed."

"Hello, VIP, would you like a massage?" A soft, sweet female voice came from the other end of the phone.

Chen Ye thought for a moment, and since his father was tired, he said, "Yes, I need to."

"Hehehe, I'll arrange it right away."

Chen Ye hung up the phone, feeling a little strange, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

A short while later, there was a knock on the door.

Chen Ye opened the door.

A woman stood at the door, wearing makeup and dressed very sexily, carrying a small suitcase.

"Hello, esteemed guest. Would you like a massage?"

Chen Ye nodded and stepped aside.

"Okay, come in."

The female massage therapist walked in, her eyes filled with surprise. This customer was so handsome; she felt like he was some kind of supernatural being.

What services do you offer?

Chen Ye asked, "A massage?"

The woman brushed a strand of hair from her forehead and said softly, "We have three set meals. Would you like me to introduce them to you?"

"Wait a moment." Chen Ye planned to wait for his father to come out so he could choose, since he had only been back for a little over ten days and was not yet very familiar with this world.

"I'll go wash up first." The woman put down her small suitcase, stuck out her rear end, and tilted her head to ask, "Want to wash together?"

The hotel room wasn't large. Before Chen Ye could speak, the woman pushed open the bathroom door, followed by a scream—

"Holy crap!! What's going on?" Chen Jianbin was lathering up with soap and quickly covered his private parts.

"Why is there an old one here?!" The woman came out of the bathroom.

Chen Ye said, "Can't we both get massages?"

"It's not impossible, but... it would cost extra."

"Oh, then you can massage my dad."

"He's your father?!" The woman's eyes widened.

She couldn't believe it. In her three years in the industry, she had seen all sorts of strange and unsavory characters, but this was the first time she had ever witnessed such a scene!

Chen Ye was completely confused: "Is it illegal for me to find a massage for my dad?"

Chen Jianbin came out wrapped in a bath towel and immediately understood. He sighed and said repeatedly:

"No need, no need, let's go."

The female technician was a little unhappy. She picked up her small box, swayed away, and muttered to herself after leaving the house, "People these days are really perverted."

……

In the lobby on the first floor, a man who looked like a deliveryman was giving a report through his Bluetooth headset:

The father and son shared a room and only ordered one female massage therapist. The therapist left after about seven minutes.

The deliveryman looked somewhat surprised, holding the Bluetooth headset with one hand, and whispered, "Are you sure?"

【Sure.】

"Investigate further and report back!"

At that moment, a tall woman dressed as a tourist entered the hotel.

She was the female agent codenamed Thunderbolt.

She wore light makeup, a beige forest-style trench coat, and had a cool and elegant demeanor. She dragged a small suitcase and did not go to the front desk to check in.

Instead, he sat directly on the sofa in the hotel lobby, and the same-city deliveryman from earlier took out a document and a mobile phone from his briefcase.

Deliveryman: "The room key and your new identity are inside. The target is in room 702; their companion lives in room 703 next door."

Pili hummed in agreement, casually flipping through information about his new identity, and whispered:

"Lin Qingwan, why did you choose a name like a historical drama?"

The deliveryman said, "Old Qin said that this kind of name might have a natural affinity for the target."

Why?

The deliveryman said, "I don't know the specifics either. After the third team communicated with a mental patient in Xincheng, they obtained some information and suspected that the target had lived in another world, an ancient martial arts world! I know this sounds far-fetched."

"Anything else?"

Deliveryman: "I don't have the authority to know anything else. Mr. Qin will call you personally later. Good luck, Ms. Lin Qingwan."

Lin Qingwan smiled politely and said loudly, "Thank you."

The deliveryman smiled and said, "Please give me a five-star review, I have to go deliver other orders now."

Lin Qingwan didn't ask any more questions and pulled her suitcase toward the elevator.

A young man with long hair and handsome features walked towards us, and next to him was a middle-aged man who looked about six or seven parts similar to him.

Lin Qingwan's expression remained unchanged. This was the first time she had seen Chen Ye up close. As she passed the two, she glanced at his profile out of the corner of her eye. Hmm, he's more handsome in person than in photos, not bad.

Behind me came the innocent, complaining voices of young people.

"Dad, I really didn't know she was a prostitute. I almost caused you to make a terrible mistake."

"Keep your voice down. Luckily, we're in Los Angeles and nobody knows, otherwise we'd be in deep trouble!"

Where is that mutton soup place you mentioned?

"The navigation says it's nearby. Let's take a walk, take a shower, and then I'll get hungry."

At the hotel entrance, Mao Junlang shouted, "You two hurry up! You're dawdling over a midnight snack!"

Seeing that there was only one person at the door, Chen Ye asked in confusion, "Where's Er Mao?"

"She's not here... Oh my god, where's my daughter?!" Mao Jun looked around, then was shocked and ran out into the street.

Er Mao was being held by a man wearing a baseball cap, sitting on the back of a motorcycle, which sped away...

Mao Jun: "Er Mao!!!"

"What's wrong?" Chen Ye rushed over.

Sweating profusely, Mao Jun looked at the unfamiliar street bustling with people and cars, almost bursting into tears, shouting, "My daughter! My daughter! She's been kidnapped!! They just put her on a motorcycle and drove off!"

Chen Ye's eyes narrowed! "They ran that way?"

"Holy shit, is the security here really that bad?!" Mao Jun cursed, jumping up and down.

Which direction?!

Mao Jun was incoherent, and hurriedly took out his phone, "Damn it, call the police, call the police right now! It's okay, it's okay."

Chen Ye demanded sharply, "Which direction did I ask?!"

Mao Jun was somewhat incoherent, as if trying to reassure himself, "There are cameras everywhere now, and the police's big data can pinpoint it in no time. It'll be alright! It'll be alright! We'll definitely find him. I'm not a millionaire, why would anyone try to take my child?"

Chen Ye grabbed Mao Jun by the collar with one hand, lifted him up, and shook him violently, yelling, "Say it! Which direction?"

Mao Jun snapped out of his daze and pointed to the western street, "West, west!!"

The next moment, Mao Jun landed freely, and he felt a gust of wind blow past his ear.

He saw the long-haired young man, like a mad cheetah, running across the road, weaving and dodging past oncoming vehicles.

"Is this guy a track and field athlete?"

The next moment, the shock in Mao Jun's eyes turned into confusion...

A double-decker bus was approaching, but the young man, running wildly, neither dodged nor avoided it. He leaped onto the guardrail, used it for leverage, and soared into the air again—

He jumped onto the roof of the bus, ran a few steps, leaped out again, stepped on a lamppost, and his body shot out in a strange motion, walking along the wall for seven or eight steps before disappearing around the corner of the western block.

Mao Jun rubbed his eyes, felt someone tap his shoulder, turned around and asked:

"Your nephew's on the gymnastics team? No, parkour? Still no! That's like those kung fu moves from a movie!"

Chen Jianbin sighed, his eyes filled with worry and pride. "Sigh, if we keep going like this, it'll definitely attract the country's attention. Sigh, sigh, this is so annoying. I'm afraid we're going to be completely exposed."

"Old Chen, explain yourself clearly, what's going on here?"

Chen Jianbin reminded:

"Call the police immediately!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"I'll help you find someone I know; I have comrades-in-arms in Los Angeles."

Chen Jianbin took out his phone, lit a cigarette, walked a few steps away, and dialed his old friend's number. He was also quite worried about his son.

the other side.

Pedestrians along the way gasped in surprise. Chen Ye leaped up, clearing three cars parked side by side, and landed steadily in the opposite lane.

The traffic light ahead turned red, and a long line of vehicles formed. He stepped on each car and sped over them, some of the Japanese cars slightly dented from his weight.

Chen Ye's long hair danced wildly in the night wind, like a phantom moving through the darkness.

A moment later, Chen Ye spotted the speeding motorcycle.

Er Mao chuckled as he was hugged by a man wearing a baseball cap.

The motorcycles had already gotten onto the elevated road, and their speed was steadily increasing.

Chen Ye immediately accelerated and rushed forward, the streetlights along the way receding rapidly, forming blurry streaks of light.

The motorcyclist seemed to have noticed the pursuers behind him. The driver glanced at the rearview mirror, a look of shock flashing in his eyes! He then twisted the throttle, the engine roared, and the speed soared again, approaching 160 mph!

The distance between Chen Ye and the motorcycle kept increasing... watching the motorcycle disappear into the distance.

He lightly leaped onto a sycamore tree by the roadside, plucked six leaves, used them as coins, palm up, and with a slight flick of his wrist, the six leaves flipped and fell.

Chen Ye examined the orientation of each leaf. Leaves facing upwards were considered yang, while leaves facing downwards were considered yin.

Arranged from bottom to top, forming six lines!

"The Kun hexagram?"

Chen Ye took out his phone, checked the time, and closed his eyes to do some mental arithmetic for a moment.

"The sixth line: Dragons battle in the wilderness, their blood is black and yellow!"

The next moment, Chen Ye stopped chasing the motorcycle in the direction it had gone and instead turned southwest, speeding away!

The motorcycle, which had already shaken off its pursuers, suddenly turned and entered a side road, heading southwest to escape.

"Hey, was that a person just now? Running so fast?" shouted the man wearing a baseball cap in the back seat.

The robber on the motorcycle said, "I don't know. Let's go to Old Fish's tire factory first! It's in a remote area."

"Brother Gua, I'm scared, can I quit now?"

"What do you think?! Remember this: fortune favors the bold!"

"That's awesome!"

……

……

Temporary command center for the "Superman incident" in Los Angeles.

An elderly man with gray hair took off his black-rimmed glasses and rubbed his temples wearily.

He was the temporary commander-in-chief of this superhero incident, named Qin Shifan.

He appeared to be around fifty years old and had a refined, scholarly air about him, suggesting he was a teacher.

At that moment, the secretary rushed in, still on the phone, and anxiously called out:

"Teacher Qin, something's happened!"

"Look, you're in such a hurry again."

The secretary stated unequivocally, "Superman was just chasing a motorcycle; someone kidnapped a child."

Qin Shifan slammed his hand on the table: "What era are we living in? Kidnapping people still happens?" He paused, then suddenly raised his hand, calming down: "Where did they go?"

"In the western suburbs, there's an abandoned old tire factory. Our initial assessment is that the robbers most likely went there. The kid's name is Mao Taimi, and he's very close to Chen Ye; they're classmates!"

Qin Shifan stood up and said in a deep voice, "Immediately activate the satellite map of that area!"

"yes!"

"Get the special operations platoon fully armed, have Awei carry a Gatling gun, and personally lead the team to the old tire factory!"

The secretary cautioned, "Teacher Qin, they're just two ordinary kidnappers! Contacting the local criminal investigation team would be more than enough. Is such a big fuss really necessary?"

Qin Shifan said earnestly, "Do as I say, remember that! This is a matter of our attitude!"

"yes!"

The secretary turned and left to make the arrangements. A teacher is a teacher; their perspective is different from others.

Qin Shifan picked up the phone and dialed: "Hello, this is Qin Shifan! I'm requesting permission from the Special Operations Bureau to deploy three armed helicopters from Los Angeles!"

"Yes, this isn't a counter-terrorism drill, this is real combat!"

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